Chapter Twenty
Assets
“Ten years ruling a bunch of women who had an opinion on everything would put even a socialist off democracy.”—Bette
“Blame us? For what?” said Voted In Three.
“Apparently, they are combustible,” said Beryl.
“We did tell them that.”
“One blew up in the kitchen, leading to the mass destruction of Kate’s biscuits,” said Beryl.
“Pfff—when have we seen a biscuit?”
“They said you owe them,” said Beryl. “And now they want you to make a Great Wall.”
The women stopped, thinking of the hedge-like affair on the outskirts of the city brown under the burning sun.
It was so hot that the fieldworkers used the hedge for drying clothes. It was as much a border as the remains of the Roman wall in Britain. In fact, many claimed it was inspired by such a wall.
No one in their
